Angels Fall (A Supernatural Fanfiction) [[ON HOLD]]

Chapter 2: Love Hurts

The blue banged-up truck skittered down the highway at top speed, and the man sitting in the driver's seat, wearing a dirty old trench coat, with messy black hair and sky-blue eyes was covered in blood that was not his own. He wore a distressed look on his face. The sun began to go down and the man was starting to have trouble keeping his eyes opened. He blinked and shook his head.

Keep going. Just keep going...

The man's head fell down and the truck swerved to the side of the road, halfway on and halfway off. Castiel woke abruptly and jerked the wheel forcefully to the left, getting the truck back on the road fully.

"I can't die like this." The driver said and pulled into a curve on the side of the street. He parked under a tree and laid down in the backseat, angel blade in his two hands, which laid on his chest that rose and fell.

I will get to you, Dean. I need to get to you.

And the last thought before the ex-angel fell asleep was the face of the righteous man he was born to save.

"How you doing, buddy?" Dean said, hand on his little brother's forehead. It was almost as hot as hellfire. He sighed and removed his hand. Sam's face was pale and the only sign that he as alive was the faint up-and-down movement of his chest, indicating that he was still breathing. But only barely breathing.

He had tried to pray to Cas, but no matter what he said, he never showed up.

Where are you, Cas?

It was bad enough that Sam was barely even breathing, but not knowing where his angel was made everything even worse. Before, he wouldn't have even thought that was possible.

He may be fine. Maybe he is just caught up doing something in heaven. He can't always come at your every call, he's busy doing other things, saving other people more important than Sam and me.

He stopped praying, tired of the rejection. The nurse came in and told him he wasn't getting any better. He nodded, but stayed anyway, ignoring the nurse urging him to go home and get rest.

I cannot sleep until he is awake and healthy enough to come home with me.

In the middle of the night, Dean had dosed off for thirty minutes and it took him a minute to remember where he was and what he was doing there. He was about to pray to Cas again when he got an idea. If Cas won't answer, maybe another angel will...

Dean licked his lips and put his hands together. He closed his eyes and muttered under his breath, voice desperate and on the verge of tears. "If anybody is out there listening, I am Dean Winchester and I need your help. Please. Anybody."

He opened his eyes and looked around. Nobody appeared. He looked sadly at his brother. It was worth a try, Sammy.

Right after he finished his thought he heard a swooshing sound and turned around.

A man stood by the window, in the shadows that the darkness of the night cast on him.

"Are you an angel?" Dean asked.

He nodded. "I am Ezekiel."

Dean stood up and made his way around the bed that his limp brother was laying on. "I need your help. My brother, he--he is hurt, and he needs help beyond medicine and fluids."

"So you called upon an angel." He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "I will help your brother, Dean. But only because you are a friend of heaven."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet." The angel walks over to Sam and puts his hand on his forehead. He shakes his head and removes it. "He is too damaged for me to heal him from the outside. In order for me to heal your brother, I would have to cleanse him from the inside."

Dean got a disgusted look on his face. "You mean to tell me that you want to use my brother as a vessel?"

"I don't want to. I need to in order to heal him." Ezekiel said.

Dean looked down at his brother. He already looks dead. He looked back up at the angel standing across the bed from him. "How long will you have to--possess him for?"

"I cannot say. It's unpredictable, but by the look of his injuries, I'd have to say a while. A month or two at least."

"Whatever it takes."

"As you say." The angel said and then touched his brother's forehead. He paused, and removed his hand. "I had forgotten something. I need him to say yes in order for me to possess him."

Dammit. He had forgotten one of the most important parts of angel possession. In order for an angel to possess a person, that angel needs the person's consent. Dean let out a long sigh he was holding in. Sam was suicidal the last time he was awake. There is not a chance in hell that he would agree to this.

"How do we get him to say yes? He's unconscious and can't even moan."

"I can go into his mind and get him to agree, without him knowing, of course."

Dean cocked his head to the side. "What do you by 'without him knowing'?"

"I can make myself appear in his mind as you. I can convince him to say yes by posing as you. If you two are as close as I hear, it shouldn't be too difficult."

Dean nodded. Anything to save Sammy."Do it."

Ezekiel placed his hands on Sam's temples and closed his eyes.

Castiel woke up, dazed by his surroundings. He groaned as he got up into a sitting position in the backseat of the truck. He yawned and looked out of the window. He was parked not far from the road, but just enough as to not be seen by the common driver.

His stomach growled and he climbed out of the car. He opened the passenger side and got a granola bar from the door's compartment and a beer--the only drink-- from the cooler.

He sat in the bed of the truck and looked at the trees and nature surrounding him. "It's so beautiful." He said. "Nature." He breathed in a large breath of air. A tingly, organic smell filled his nose. He breathed out through his mouth.
When he was done eating his granola bar and drinking two bottles of beer, Cas knew how bad he stunk. It was probably from the blood he was covered in. He took off his shirt and found a spare plaid one under the passenger seat, along with a gun, fully loaded. He put the gun in his pants and sat down in the driver's seat.

He pulled onto the highway and headed into the same direction as before.

Dean always made driving for a long time entertaining. Sometimes he would pretend to be asleep and he could hear Dean humming or singing classic rock songs, even if nothing was playing on the radio. It helped soothe the angel enough for him to fall asleep for real.

Oh how I miss that, Dean.
Oh how I miss everything about you.

The angel took a deep breath and kept driving. He had to make it to him. The Angels would be coming after him, but they would use Dean and Sam against him.

The car sputtered and then there was a popping noise and the vehicle came to a slow halt. Castiel was able to turn to the side of the road, so he wouldn't get hit.
He hit the wheel in frustration and took the key out of the ignition. He jammed them back in, rattled them and floored the gas. The truck made a sputtering noise then it stopped. He removed the key and sighed.

Why wasn't it starting?
I really wish Dean was here. He would know what to do. He always knows what to do.

He got out of the truck and put up his thumb like he saw somebody do on the street before. When he had asked Dean about it, he said that hitchhikers put their thumb in the air in order to attract attention from drivers. It let them know that they needed a ride.

He stood on the side of the road with his thumb in the air above his head for what seemed like hours, changing arms whenever it got tired. Finally, a car stopped.

And he couldn't believe who it was.